Duo's POV

He's training. Outside. Alone.

I offered to join him, help him with setting up targets and such.

He refused, as usual. Not even giving me the esteemed privilege of a real answer. Just a derisive, "Hn." and a glance that promised death if I followed.

Just like when I offered him coffee this morning, just like when I offered to help him clean his gun last night, just like every other time I try to do something for him, with him.

Would you believe we're lovers? Since the wars ended a year ago we've been living together, sleeping together.

Me, loving him, worshiping him, dying for him.

And he? To Heero, my precious, beautiful, perfect soldier, I'm nothing. And I've gotten nothing, from the moment we met to now. I'm blessed, if you will, only with death glares and rapes in the dark hours of the night.

I think…I'm tired.

I think…I want it to stop.

Glancing around the room, my eyes land on my dresser. Resting innocently on top, my gun. No, wait, it's in my hand. A very simple gun, like all my weapons, but deadly efficient. I think I'll go help him train, a routine that never wavers, though the wars are over.

Like he would ever change.

Deep in my coat pocket I dig out two bullets. I only need one.

I can see my fingers effortlessly loading it, like they have been for years. I slide the sleek pistol into my now empty pocket and walk outside.

Heero's aiming for a glass bottle balanced precariously on a stake at the other end of our very large yard. Gundamanium stakes are set closely together with barely a bullet space between them, one brush would send to bullet off course.

Gone Odyssey has he? How interesting.

"Hey Heero!"

My normally perky voice startles him. He misses.

Ooh, that's a new swear I haven't heard before. Colorful Heero, I like it.

"I told you to stay in the house."

Wow, a whole sentence, today's my lucky day. Maybe next I'll win the lottery.

"Sorry for making you miss Heero, just came to say hi!"

No matter how long we've been together it always scares me when he gets angry. Makes me feel like he's going to seriously hurt me, not that I can ever remember it happening. Though I do seem to have a tendency to find bruises all over me occasionally when I wake up. I swear I don't know where they come from. Nice ones too, big and purple and black. Takes forever for them to heal. Very fun.

Anyway, hey, why does he look so surprised? Oh, I'm pointing my gun at him, though I don't remember taking it out of my pocket. It's very nice, the same one I've had since the beginning of the war.

"Hey Heero, remember this, it's the same gun I shot you with when we first met, funny huh."

Apparently he's not up for a leisurely stroll down memory lane. Man the guy is no fun, really, all work and no play.

Wait, I'm still talking, what am I saying?

"I'm tired Heero, I need to rest, we both need to rest. Let's go to sleep Heero, then we can start over, OK?"

His face contorts with anger, and the familiar fear rises in my chest.

"No? Alright Heero, if that's how you want it, I guess I'll just have to put you to bed myself."

Wow, I've never sounded so deadly calm before, despite my heart pounding in my chest.

Is this really me?

He looks shocked, I suppose I better be nice and show him what I'm talking about.

Damn this gun is loud. Ha ha, this is a fun game.

And Heero's still shocked, standing stock-still. I can't help but laugh; of course you're bleeding, silly! I just shot you!

Hey, wait; there was only one bullet, right? One bullet in the gun, the other…I must have loaded that one as well. But I only need one, don't I?

Maybe…hm, I never realized how cold this gun really is; it cools my temple like ice. Heero's kneeling now. He must be tired, I am too.

Lie down, Heero, you're sleepy. Close your eyes, that's right just like me.

Goodnight Heero…